Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by ABC. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.